Page 2 of Her Daddy Biker
“I’m Reed,” he replies, engulfing my fingers in his warm paw. And I melt. I swear to God, I’m a puddle of goo on the floor that needs to be scooped up. His fingers are long and strong,his skin calloused, his grip firm, grounding… “Reed Lawson. But everyone calls me Havoc. And you’re looking for Pine Vista Rentals, right? You’re about five miles off. Their place is south of here.”
I’m just staring. And nodding. Unable to break eye contact. And still shaking his hand like a complete moron… my brain stuck on ‘Havoc’… until his words sink in. Oh, my God! “That’s great. If you could just tell me how to get there, pl…”
“You’re not driving anywhere tonight, angel.” He’s frowning, like I said something wrong, going from incredibly handsome to scary… and dare I say, hotter?
I blink. “I’m sorry?”
“There’s a storm coming, angel.” I have to fight really hard to stay focused on our conversation when he calls me ‘angel’ in his deep, sexy voice. “A big one. You won’t make it before it hits.”
I look up at the sky, which seems perfectly normal to me. It’s actually really pretty, clear, with golden light filtering through the trees. “The weather looks fine,” I say hesitantly.
“Mountain weather changes fast, sweetheart. And Colorado doesn’t fuck around.” He pulls out his phone and shows me some kind of radar screen that just looks like a big red blob to me. “See that? That’s gonna dump about two feet of snow on us in the next few hours.”
My eyes widen. That sounds bad. Like really bad.
“Two feet? But summer barely just ended!”
“Welcome to the Rockies, sweetheart.” His frown has faded away, and he’s giving me a big, amused grin that makes my stomach feel deliciously funny. “The roads become deathtraps in weather like that. You’d end up stuck in a ditch, and nobody’ll find you until spring.”
Fun.
“But I can’t just… I mean, I don’t know you,” I reply weakly.
“You know I’m the guy who’s not gonna let you freeze to death tonight,” Havoc answers firmly. “Listen, I get it. Strange man, remote place. Sounds like a horror movie setup, right?” I let out a nervous laugh. “But I’m not gonna hurt you, angel. I’m just a guy who knows these mountains and doesn’t want to read about some college girl found dead in her car.”
He’s got me all figured out.
“How do you know I’m in college?”
“Lucky guess,” he replies with another smile that again transforms his ridiculously handsome face from scary-hot to a different flavor of devastating. All straight white teeth and dimpled scruff… God help me. “You got that sweet look.” What?! “Young, smart, probably never been anywhere more dangerous than the campus library,” he ends, with a gravelly chuckle that hits me straight between my legs.
I laugh awkwardly, because he’s not wrong. And it’s kind of sweet the way he said it. In a big, gruff, biker, mountain man type of sweet.
“What do you do?” I ask because I’m stalling, and he probably can tell.
“Construction. My crew does most of the building work around Jackson Ridge.” He nods toward the leather vest. “And I ride with the Savage Kings MC.”
This mountain of a man works in construction, and he’s a biker. Figures. With a body like that, his whole alpha male vibe, the way he moves like he freaking owns the world. What it doesn’t explain is why, although I should be terrified right now, I feel… safe. Like I’m with someone who protects those he comes across.
“So when you say there’s a storm coming, you actually know what you’re talking about.”
“Been living in this area most of my life, angel. I know when trouble’s coming.” He’s watching me carefully, probably tryingto figure out if I’m going to panic. “Got food, power, heat. Everything we need to ride it out safely. And I promise you won’t be in any danger.”
There’s something in his voice when he makes that promise that makes me believe him. This man will not hurt me. I’m sure of it in a way that doesn’t make any logical sense but feels absolutely true.
“I don’t want to be a bother…” I say in a low voice, peering up at him through my lashes.
“You’re not. You’re just someone who needs help, and I’m the man sent your way to provide it.” His amazing silver eyes hold mine steadily. “What’s it gonna be, angel? You gonna let me help you or take a chance with the blizzard?”
When he puts it like that, the choice becomes simple.
“Okay,” I give in despite my rapidly beating heart, surprised by how calm I sound. “Yes, please. Thank you.”
His expression softens, like he’s relieved I made that choice.
“Good girl,” he rumbles, and the praise makes warmth spread through my entire body.
Fuck, how is this man having more effect on me in a couple of minutes than any other in my entire life?
